I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"But I found that it seems to be true. As long as Mr. Kitahara is there, the brass band can function no matter who is missing. This statement has been proven true. I was too narcissistic back then."

As soon as she said that, Mizuno Kaze, who was two years old, quickly asked:

"Huh? Could it be that Saito-senpai, you dropped out of the club after the Hakodate region ended because of this?"

The other members suddenly realized that this explained everything.

Saito-senpai harbored resentment towards Kitahara-sensei for what he said and wanted to use her resignation from the club to undermine Kitahara-sensei's authority and make him realize that club members are actually very important and that he should be careful with his words.

Unexpectedly, Yuka Isomoto caught up quickly, successfully filling in for her as team leader, and even securing a spot in the national tournament from Hokkaido.

But no one thought of blaming Saito Haruki, because at the time, no one believed they could make it to the national tournament, and the performance at the Hakodate regional tournament did not build absolute confidence.

Since they all believe they can't get into the national tournament, it would be better to let Teacher Kitahara care more about the thoughts of the club members, and not let one person be so arrogant, so that the atmosphere within the club can be more harmonious.

But who could have imagined that he would actually win a spot and make it into the national tournament? It was at this point that Kitahara-sensei's authority reached its peak.

Although Mr. Kitahara said he would not interfere in student affairs and would only focus on club practice, Sakurako would ask him about everything in the brass band, big or small. It had long become his personal fiefdom, and no one else could do anything about it.

"Yes, I was quite childish back then, and Kitahara-sensei really gave me a good lesson." Saito Harutori smiled shyly.

"Oh, I see."

"

I thought something bad had happened.

"I guess I was overthinking it."

At that time, the rumors between Yuka Isomoto and Mr. Kitahara were heard by all the members of the brass band. Many people were shrouded in the shadow of Mr. Kitahara's possible departure, and the brass band collapsed in an instant.

Saito Harukori chose to leave at this time, and the matter was completely over, which makes it hard not to make connections.

Sakura's small mouth opened and closed slightly. She wanted to say something, but then she thought that it was all in the past, so what did she need to say?

The storm has passed and the sun is shining again.

Thinking about this made my tense and depressed mood disappear a lot, and it was replaced by an indescribable sense of comfort. Talking about the past that has ended is a happy thing.

"Thank you, Kitahara-sensei. Without you, I might never be here today. I hope that one day in the future, I, Saito Harutori, will be able to repay you properly."

On the screen, "Saito Haruka" bowed deeply to the camera, her neckerchief hanging down.

Her tone was incredibly sincere, which drew soft applause from many of her admirers.

Unlike other girls, Saito Haruka didn't occasionally turn her head to look at Kitahara Hakuba, which was one of her clever traits.

Nagase Tsukiyo, however, seemed somewhat restless, a bead of cold sweat trickling down her forehead. The image of her alluring figure, stroking back and forth at Kitahara-sensei's doorstep, resurfaced in her mind.

Is this how she repays us? And she even tries to shift the blame for such a shameful thing onto herself.

Thinking of this, Nagase Tsukiyo lowered her eyes melancholically, her gaze falling on her fair and smooth thighs.

I'm not much better off myself.

A moment later, the image of "Kurosawa Maki" appeared on the screen.

"The most unforgettable thing is that I kept running into Mr. Kitahara on the city power line. Wow, that's really unbelievable. I could run into him six times a week!"

Is this really normal?! It's absolutely not normal!

Kurosawa Maki complained that she always ran into him at school, but there was not a trace of longing or desire to be with him in her eyes.

If she were a highly capable member of the A editorial team, that would be fine, but she's just a member of the B editorial team, which means she's just an average student in terms of academics.

The worst are the junior members who can't even get into the B-level editor.

But her experience with mains electricity made some third-year students so envious they wanted to do it themselves.

"Teacher Kitahara, it seems my school hours overlap with your work hours. If you're watching, please prove you're not an NPC that refreshes at fixed times. I hope you can arrive at school 20 minutes later from now on. Please don't make things difficult for me, please implement this as soon as possible, thank you."

On the screen, "Kurosawa Maki" made a peace sign with a grin, which made Kitahara Hakuba both laugh and cry. He didn't know why he always seemed to run into her on the streetcar.

Some members in the classroom laughed and complained, "That's really bold of them to say something like that, haha."

"The first-year students are really something else; they even dare to boss Kitahara-sensei around."

"How much is it?"

"She slipped away quietly when the camera turned to her."

Chapter 315, Section 314: Eri shouldn't be greedy; she can't handle too much (6.6K)

After the bass section's daily practice session ended, the camera shifted to the oboe section, where only a few figures were sparsely scattered among the seats.

The girls moved so gently, as if afraid of disturbing the air.

The instrument cases on the table were all new. Unlike the other instruments, the bassoons and oboes belonged to the students themselves, so their cases were not like old, public ones and were extremely well-maintained.

"It's so quiet here."

The camera pans across the faces of each girl in "Kami Takahashi". Except for "Kana Eto", who comes to greet them, the other girls are all sitting in their seats.

"Kana Eto" said with a smile, "Because we don't talk unless it's necessary, except when we're practicing."

It wasn't that Kana Eto didn't want to talk to everyone, but rather that the atmosphere within that vocal section was like that, and changing the atmosphere required immense courage and cooperation.

"It's so realistic. Every time we pass by the bassoon and oboe sections, the atmosphere inside is like a funeral," a member muttered.

"Was it Watanabe-senpai who set the rules?" Takahashi Kami asked.

Watanabe Hama raised her head and said calmly:

"No, this should be an unwritten rule in the voice parts, and I was only vaguely aware of it."

How many unwritten rules are there in the brass band?

“I see,” said Kami Takahashi, glancing at the other two oboes.

Kirishima Mai, who played for one year, and Kanzaki Eri, who played for three years, have very similar personalities. They are both the type who don't talk much, but no one dares to underestimate them.

However, with Kuno Tachibana by her side, the atmosphere doesn't seem too somber.

"We're currently filming a documentary about pleasing Kitahara-sensei. Watanabe-senpai, is there anything you'd like to say?" Takahashi Kami asked.

"Watanabe Hama" blinked, put down the seemingly heavy bassoon in her hand, pondered for a moment, and said:

"I don't have anything to say, I can't find anything to complain about."

"I'm not asking you to complain, but rather, I want to say something to Kitahara-sensei?"

"Do I really need to come up with words of praise for Kitahara-sensei? My vocabulary is too stiff; even if I did, it wouldn't have a good effect."

“But wouldn’t it be even worse if Watanabe-senpai were left out?” Kuno Tachibana said from the side.

Watanabe Hama's gaze fell directly on the junior student, and he rested his chin on his hand, pondering:

"I see. So, what should the team leader say?"

She stood up and faced the camera, her calm tone unchanged from any other day:

"I'm actually quite envious that some students are so cared for by Kitahara-sensei, but I hope that Kitahara-sensei can treat every club member equally. That's all."

"Well--"

At the edge of the frame, "Eri Kanzaki" finally raised her head, her face full of melancholy, yet she was still incredibly cute.

Kitahara Hakuba crossed his arms and glanced indifferently at Watanabe Hama sitting in her seat. He did not sense a trace of regret or fear from the girl.

Most of the members remained silent, though they already understood the unspoken agreement in their hearts.

Although Mr. Kitahara said he would treat everyone equally, everyone at the school knew that he was giving special treatment to Eri Kanzaki.

Only Kanzaki Eri has ever spent the early morning in a room with a female student, coaching her on solo performances. There is no one else like her.

But no one was angry about it. If Kitahara-sensei focused all his energy on one girl, they would definitely be unhappy.

But their abilities have genuinely improved, so what else is there to say?

"Is this something I can say? Actually, it is. Everyone's strength is different, and they do need to be trained properly. Yes, that's how it is."

Kana Eto spoke haltingly and incoherently.

"That's not how it is. I think I was being very tactful."

"Watanabe Hama" gently shook her head and said...

"I am not asking Kitahara-sensei to take care of every student, but I hope that he can give equal care to members whose strengths are not too different."

As soon as she said those words, Kitahara Hakuba knew what Watanabe Hama meant.

To put it simply, Watanabe Hama wanted him to take better care of Kirishima Mai in the past, instead of focusing most of his energy on Kanzaki Eri, thus wasting Kirishima Mai's talent.

It's normal for her to think that way, because from her perspective, everything seems too simple, and she doesn't know Kirishima Mai's true thoughts about the match.

If Kirishima Mai were willing, Kitahara Hakuba would have already led her there; there would have been no need for Watanabe Hama to remind her.

Eri Kanzaki's brow furrowed slightly, indicating some displeasure. Her gaze unconsciously shifted to Mai Kirishima, as if hoping she would say something.

"No, it's not one."

"Kirishima Mai" did not meet "Eri's" gaze, and spoke with lowered eyes,

"Watanabe-senpai, it's my own wish that this happens. I don't want to play in the match."

Her tone was so sincere that Watanabe Hama had no choice but to confront the truth of her words, and said expressionlessly:

"Really? I see. People who play the oboe are really strange."

"Watanabe-senpai" and "Eto Kana" gave an awkward, low, bitter laugh, feeling that she was actually quite normal.

Kanzaki Eri's tense shoulders gradually relaxed, her legs, which had been pressed together, loosened slightly, and a smile appeared on her lips as she looked at Kirishima Mai.

"What does Kanzaki-senpai want to say?" "Takahashi Kami" turned the camera towards her.

In the blink of an eye, gasps of surprise could be heard coming from the first music classroom.

Eri was so beautiful and lovely; her fair skin seemed to have a faint glow, without even the slightest blemish.

Her clear eyes were like the clear, bright pupils of autumn water.

Her nose was straight and delicate, her lips were as pink as cherry blossoms, and her facial features were as exquisite as a doll sculpted by a craftsman. Every part of her face was just right.

It wasn't that they were shocked; despite spending so much time together in the brass band, they had never had the chance to meet Kanzaki Eri face-to-face.

Most of the time, it's just side profiles or back views; opportunities to see her face directly are extremely rare, let alone to the point where you can clearly see her long eyelashes.